The next morning, the first to awake was Poison Ivy. She was the most well rested, having spent a majority of yesterday tucked away inside her big fat lover. She awoke inside another of her big fat lovers to the sight of her newest ‘friend’ sleeping peacefully beside her. Tim looked like an angel to Poison Ivy right now. Her eyes softened at the sight of him and she wrapped a protective arm around his shoulder. She always had a thing about children, something about them pulled at her heartstrings. Besides plants and Harley, innocent children came third in Poison Ivy’s heart. Something started poking hard against Poison Ivy’s abs, alerting her that a part of Tim was awake.

“Oh look, another thing I love,” Poison Ivy whispered as she eyed Tim’s erection. In his sleep, Tim started jerking his hips forward, rubbing his erect manhood against Poison Ivy’s stomach. Tim was having a very good dream that involved Harley, Barbara, Poison Ivy and an assortment of other female super villains and super heroes. He was being smothered against their nubile bodies in a massive orgy of lustful women. It was a powerful wet dream that had him as hard as a rock.

“Suppose I should wake him up,” Poison Ivy quietly said to herself. Slowly, she lifted Tim off her and moved between his legs. In the tight confines of the womb, Poison Ivy had to push her back against the womb to fit between Tim’s legs, which was all right with the sexpot villain. Having her naked skin rubbing against the velvety flesh of the womb turned her on further. Licking her lips, Poison Ivy leaned down to lick the crown of Tim’s cock. The moment her pink, hot tongue brushed against the tip of Tim’s manhood, the boy shudder uncontrollably and started to wake up.

“Wha?” Tim groaned out before he waking fully up by Poison Ivy’s talented tongue moving against his shaft. He looked down, seeing his wombmate lovingly circling the tip of the plump head of his cock. Words failed Tim as he watched Poison Ivy open her mouth and slid his tool right in without any problem. He hissed between his teeth as Poison Ivy’s soft lips wrapped around his shaft. Poison Ivy moved her mouth down Tim’s manhood, not stopping even as it brushed against the back of her throat. The taste of warm, hard flesh made Poison Ivy moan, causing vibrations and further stimulating Tim’s erection. One hand keeps his staff straight while the other massages his sack. Poison Ivy hummed while deep throating, twisting her head and tongue against the shaft while bobbing her neck.

“More!” Tim gasped out as he watched his cock slowly be devoured. Cupping Tim’s balls in her hand, Poison Ivy continued to suck away as the saliva dripped down before she went back for another deep swallow. Tim felt his heart race and his mind crumble to the pleasure from every lick, every breath and every movement Poison Ivy made. Instinctively, Tim put his hand against the top of her head and guided the speed of her sucking. He moaned and panted, he’d never experienced a blow job before, but he new without question that Poison Ivy was giving him the experience of a life time. The warmth and wetness of her mouth had Tim rocking forward, driving his cock deep into Poison Ivy’s mouth.

Feeling her lover tensing up, Poison Ivy pulled back until only the tip of the cock was in her mouth. She sucked hard on the spongy knob, hearing Tim’s final scream before hot semen spurted into her mouth. Poison swallowed as the cum came, gulping down the salty treat with delight. Slowly, Tim’s climax died down and Poison Ivy let go of his cock. The semi-erect manhood popped out of her mouth, still gleaming with cum, which was promptly licked off. With her ritual finished, Ivy crawled back to Tim’s side and rested herself against the highly alert boy. Tim looked at Poison Ivy with wide, shocked eyes.

“Good morning to you too,” he joked dryly, not sure what else he could say. Poison Ivy smiled sultrily at Tim and gave him a squeeze. The two remained together until the womb started shaking.

“What’s going on?” Tim asked as he was thrown around with Poison Ivy. Everything was shaking and Tim had no idea what was going on. Was Barbara awake or was she simply rolling over in her sleep? With no concept of time inside the womb, Tim wasn’t sure if it was morning yet. Unable to do anything, Tim let himself get thrown around, hoping it would end soon. He was getting motion sickness.